The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1887-09-03
JOYS OF COUNTRY LIFE.
Mr.. and Mrs. BOwser's Visit to Genuin'
Rural Summer Resort.

Rural Summer Resort.
II think we had better 60 away for
couple of weeks, observed Mr.. Bowser
a few evenings since as we sat on the
steps.
"But whyP Our house is nice and
cool, and we don't seem to feel the need
of a change"
ooh, we don't, ehP That shows all
you know about it! If you had half an
eye you could see that babyis suffering
for a change. You are looking like
satfron-bag around your mouth, and l
am just dragged out myself. We shall
60 to the country"
"But our rooms are so cool, and we
can buy whatever we want to eat.
Cool rooms! You wait until you
strike a country bedroom and you will
call this house a sweat-boX! AS for
living-yum! yum! Think of cream,
fresh eggs, yellow butter, fresh berries,
old-fashioned biscuit, delicious coffee,
night breezes, new-mown hay, ripe
cherries, ct al. ~
supposed we should have week at
least in which to get ready, but Mr..
Bowser only gave me a day and half,
and he even begrudged half day of
that. He telegraphed to the landlord
of country hotel on the banks of a
small lake, and the most | could do
was to tumble about a bushel of things
into trunk and tie on my bonnet. We
got out there by train. That is, we
got within six miles of the place. Mr..
Bowser had been in such hurry that
he didn't ascertain particulars. 1t was
only after he had bargained with a
teamster to take us to the lake for
three dollars that he found that the lake
was not on the railroad. He looked a
little gloomy over it for a spell, but
finally showed me his nine-dollar fish
ing outfit, and after awhile forgot any
unpleasantness in viewing the country.
We saw farmer cutting wheat
We saw three crows.
We rode over three miles of causeway
and three of dust.
We saw rs many as five barns.
We met a barefooted boy.
We saw a dead horse.
If we met or saw any thing else |
can't remember what it was. Mr.
Bowser drew in deep draughts of what
he called the elixir of life, and quoted
poetry about the plow-boy and the low
ing kline, but guess he was glad when
the ride ended. The sun had burned
the back of his neck as red as fire, he
was all dust and dirt, and the cause
ways had tired him out We found the
hotel very picturesque affair. 1t was
half log and half frame. can't say
whether it was Queen Anne or Tom
Collins style, but it was probably one
or the other. The landlord had given
us room in the log part. He knew
that we sighed for the picturesque, and
he was willing we should have it. i
was a room as much as eight feet Ions
and five feet wide. There were rec
peppers and may weed and seed corr
and onions hanging to the rafters, ant
the great cracks in the floor were partly
hidden by a rag carpet. There was ;
cracked looking-glass of the Noah
Ark period, bedstead which had com,
over on the Mayhower and a rheumatic
old stand made in 1875 held up a til
wash-dsh and a blue pitcher without
handle.
us this the ct al, Mr.. Bowser?"
asked as 1 dropped into the only chat
with baby and looked around.
"Do you want the earthP" he roaret
back "What do we come to the coun
try forP Do we expect to find palace
out herep | tell you, this is the mos
picturesque, romantic spot I've seen i
twenty years, and propose to put i
two months here!"
I finally got baby to sleep, made nj
toiletan then went out with Mr.. Bow
ser to view the neighborhood
There was lake.
1t was almost forty rods long, an
almost twenty rods wide.
There were poSt-officc and a blacl
smith shop.
There were twos hay-stacks, RUNE
saw-mill and lame horse.
That was all, and returned to Il
hotel while Mr.. Bowser went fishing.
We had supper at SIX o'clock. II
landlady rang three bells. The fir
was to notify us that we could expe
supper; the second was that supp
was being prepared; the third tn
supper was ready. Between the diffe
ent bells Mr.. Bowser picked the bur
off his pantaloons, rubbed some Dir
ment on his neck, and said to me:
'N\ all feel the change already.
haven't seen you and baby look so WI
in six months, while l have the app
tite of horse. | think we'll put
three months here"